The rocks have to be moved sixty meters. Not too heavy, not too light. Between ten to over thirty pounds.
Not too big, not too small.
How many stones does a fourteen-meter wall require? No idea.
Carrying them is indeed tiring.
He only tells himself this will be the norm, he will live like this for a long time.
So he must endure the frustration. Say nothing, don't complain.
Don't think of feeling tired. Being tired is also the norm.
Efforts were insufficient before, now needs to be supplemented. Carried rocks for half a day. The further he walks, the more despair he feels.
A dozen trips seem fine. A hundred trips, emotions become extremely depressed.
So he has been constantly restraining his emotions.
Eyes closed, works with all his might. Saying nothing, thinking nothing.
Treats building a wall as the most interesting thing in the world, imagining that everyone wants to do this work but has no chance.
He's enduring fatigue here, and also feeling joy.
